Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Goodbye Sara
This is Sara.
She died yesterday because her heart failed. She had a huge heart and was always giving little tiny kisses to make sure that everyone was okay. She liked to pretend that she was ferocious and had the meanest growl that I have ever heard, but she was the most gentle dog that I have ever played with. She liked to play "sock" and would run around the house with an old sock in her mouth and all I had to do was say,'give me that sock', every couple of minutes and she was content to run around the house. She was easy to love and gave us two big beautiful boys that she bossed around right up until the last day. She was not sick for long, just two days of not being herself. I won't pretend to understand why I had to lose her but I do understand that it hurts and I miss her. I find it hard to believe that the world is going on as usual when mine has come crashing to a halt. I will miss her for a long time, even if she was a bed hog and didn't give me a moments peace when it was time for her dinner or her walk. Last night I woke up several times wondering why I had so much room, she liked to lean on me in her sleep. As one can imagine, I usually ended up on the other side of the bed. My house seems empty without her, she was always looking for mischief and usually had help from the boys in finding it.
She was a good dog, now I have to go about the business of being as good a person as she thought I was.
Goodbye Sara.
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3 comments:
I am so sorry about the loss of your companion, friend and bed buddy. Life can be rough and loving difficult...both are wonderful still. I hope peace finds you soon.
Sifu Darnell McKinley
I am sorry you lost her. She sounds like an amazing girl, and she was lucky to have you to love her. I think you enriched each other's lives, and she will always be in your heart.
Do me a favour? When you see the first star at night, think about Sara, and the love and joy she brought you.
If you need to talk, you know how to reach me.
Sihing Wilson
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